made up a story instead.
“I was riding my bike in the park, and I hit a bump. I lost my balance and fell off. It was just a silly mistake,” I said, forcing a smile.
She looked at me with disbelief.
“ Alaxia, that doesn’t make sense. How did you get such a bad injury from falling off your bike? And why didn’t you call me We would have come to help you right away,” she said, sounding hurt and angry.
I felt a surge of guilt. She was right. My story was lame and unbelievable. But I couldn’t tell her the real one. I couldn’t admit that I had been driving without a license, that I had been drinking with Brad before he dumped me, that I had been reckless and irresponsible.
I tried to defend myself.
“Mom, it’s not that bad. It’s just a sling. It will heal in a few weeks. And I didn’t call y
